It's been one heck of a month!
I was having pain on my left side. I went to the doctor and through an x-ray, my doctor determined it was kidney stones. I was told to drink a lot of fluids and wait it out. Fine.
Two weeks later, I am in writhing pain. I did not have an appetite; I could not do anything but sit. I called my doctor who wanted me to go to the emergency room. Wanting to avoid the ER in a pandemic (I cannot believe I just typed that sentence), my dad asked my doctor if we could avoid going to the ER and just send prescription pain medication. My doctor would not do that because I could have had an infection or blockage. I did not want to go to the ER, but the pain was radiating to my legs. My dad was pacing nervously the entire day; I felt so bad, but I knew I was in pain. I did not want to put my parents through this, but it was absolutely necessary.
I asked my parents to take me to Rush Oak Park. This was because my doctors are all there, so I knew the x-rays were very much accessible to them. This is when I got frustrated. The fact that my x-rays were on hand did not speed up the process. Are you kidding? I just dragged my parents here for NOTHING. I was so angry they could not speed up the process.
After a two hour wait, we get to a room. They finally give me morphine. Within two minutes, I am out of pain. After another hour, I finally got into CT. The technician's son happened to have a disability too, so he let mom be in the room which always helps.
It turns out that the stupid kidney stone moved. It did not become 15 stones; the darn thing just moved! I was so frustrated, happy to be on the morphine but what a waste of time! Since coming home, I only needed two pain killers. I am hoping it passed but I don't know.
As if this wasn't enough, I had a new caregiver go through training and then quit. Yeah, that’s nice. September, could you go easy on us?
Hannah!
